What an apt topic for me, the HUBB is always on target, it seems.
One month in to a RTW and it's my good (female: woot woot!) friend's birthday today. I ain't there. I'm ready to jump the border to Guatemala.
These sad times are coming and going. I'm looking forward to riding more. Strange (or is it?) but the riding is the good stuff, the stuff that keeps me centred. Sometimes I could care less about where I am going, where I am going to sleep. All I know is I am riding a sweet road with killer views, and I'm good.
Looking for better times,